This is a song about "Joels sister"

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

Tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,